I moved around some furniture tonight. It was fun. It's almost like getting new furniture.
Actually, most of the furniture is very old but new to me, like the white bench. The huge trunk was my Gran's, and I got it a couple of weekends ago. The chair is not new. It is very old and very nasty, and was very free. A neighbor left this on the curb and we rescued it. Unfortunately it looks like a cat perched on it, had dysentery, and then died. A blanket helps until we purchase a slip cover or recover the chair.
So, below are the results of the move. I think tall people have a tendency to hang paintings too high. Maybe.
